| Song | Final Show |
| Artist | Artillery |
| Album | B.A.C.K. |
| 作曲 : Ronsdorf, Stützer | |
| Why will you deny the fact, that you have never won | |
| When you play the final act, your fate has just begun | |
| You're suffering from amnesia, forgotten what you did | |
| But on the floor the corpses lie, a crime you did commit | |
| 1st degree murder, straight to the chair you'll go | |
| 1st degree murder, it'll be your final show | |
| You must receive your punishment, as written by the law | |
| Accepting what the jury said, you have to die you know | |
| 1st degree murder, straight to the chair you'll go | |
| 1st degree murder, it'll be your final show | |
| Tonight's the night you'll wait no more, your final hour's near | |
| Behind the bars where you reside, reach out and touch the fear | |
| You never notice time could run, as fast as it does now | |
| There's no excuse, no miracles, no where, no what, no how | |
| The chair awaits you silently, have you got any final words? | |
| A cigarette, a meal maybe? A ticket off this world | |
| A minister will ask you to confess to all your sins | |
| You ask him if he's got a lifetime, the devil in you wins | |
| You went out to do your deed, the darkness in your mind | |
| The voices deep within your head, commands you to do crime | |
| Controlled by an unnamed source, from deep within yourself | |
| You're just a schizophrenic, so may you rot in hell | |
| 1st degree murder, straight to the chair you'll go | |
| 1st degree murder, it'll be your final show | |
| The pardon that you hoped for, got stuck somewhere in time | |
| So now you've gotta take what's coming, get punished for your crime | |
| So down the hallway you will go, to ride the chair of light | |
| The is your lead role, you're the one, lights, camera, action |
| zuò qǔ : Ronsdorf, Stü tzer | |
| Why will you deny the fact, that you have never won | |
| When you play the final act, your fate has just begun | |
| You' re suffering from amnesia, forgotten what you did | |
| But on the floor the corpses lie, a crime you did commit | |
| 1st degree murder, straight to the chair you' ll go | |
| 1st degree murder, it' ll be your final show | |
| You must receive your punishment, as written by the law | |
| Accepting what the jury said, you have to die you know | |
| 1st degree murder, straight to the chair you' ll go | |
| 1st degree murder, it' ll be your final show | |
| Tonight' s the night you' ll wait no more, your final hour' s near | |
| Behind the bars where you reside, reach out and touch the fear | |
| You never notice time could run, as fast as it does now | |
| There' s no excuse, no miracles, no where, no what, no how | |
| The chair awaits you silently, have you got any final words? | |
| A cigarette, a meal maybe? A ticket off this world | |
| A minister will ask you to confess to all your sins | |
| You ask him if he' s got a lifetime, the devil in you wins | |
| You went out to do your deed, the darkness in your mind | |
| The voices deep within your head, commands you to do crime | |
| Controlled by an unnamed source, from deep within yourself | |
| You' re just a schizophrenic, so may you rot in hell | |
| 1st degree murder, straight to the chair you' ll go | |
| 1st degree murder, it' ll be your final show | |
| The pardon that you hoped for, got stuck somewhere in time | |
| So now you' ve gotta take what' s coming, get punished for your crime | |
| So down the hallway you will go, to ride the chair of light | |
| The is your lead role, you' re the one, lights, camera, action |